Life Is A Gift and A Blessing

In preparation of the new bundle of joy that is on the way, Marathon Girl and I are moving the boys' bedroom upstairs and preparing the nursery. It's a lot of work and there's still a lot to do. When it's all done rooms will be thoroughly cleaned, walls will be painted, and old furniture sanded and re-stained.

So yesterday a long evening of cleaning and moving and trying to entertain the boys at the same time, we sat on our front porch drinking lemonade and watching Aidan run around the yard. The sun was slowly moving behind the mountains and air was filled with an orange glow. It was absolutely beautiful.

Marathon Girl held my hand and leaned her head on my shoulder. I put my free hand on her pregnant belly, hoping to feel the baby move. We watched as Aidan found a bug in the grass and put it in the plastic container he was carrying. Steven was sitting at our feet and tried to get Aidan's attention by shaking his arms and making noises that only a 10-month-old baby can make.

I love moments like these -- moment that make me realized how blessed I really am. I love having my family together. I enjoy having Marathon Girl, the love of my life, holding my hand and feeling the warmth of her body. I love watching my boys grow up and play with each other. I look forward to the daughter that will soon join our family.

Life is such a gift and a blessing. May we never take it for granted.